I'm not 18 anymore

Lots and lots of things are happening to remind me that I'm not 18 anymore. Indeed it's happening every day. After we fled from our crazy host (we powerwalked to the bus station franticly looking at the passing cars to make sure one wasn't hers), we went back to Sydney. We were so happy to leave Sydney in the first place and where do we end back up? Sydney. It's some sort of black hole that sucks you in is my conclusion. We stay at this huge hostel called Wake Up!. It was like 8 floors, had a bar underground and we got hotel style swipe keys with a thing to put them around our necks. We go into our room to find that the floor is absolutely covered. It was a ten person dorm room and it looked like every person got there, hit the bar and then just dumped out their packs onto the floor. I had to climb through piles of shit to get to my bunk. I'm pretty sure every room in the place was like this. I was like holy christ, can't these kids tidy up a bit? And you all probably know that I am no neat freak, but I will keep my mess to myself. We were talking to Roody, a travel agent, the next and when he asked what we thought of Wake Up!, I had to tell him that it made me feel like I was sixty.

And now last night I got to feel old again. After talking to Roody yesterday about possible ways to travel around Australia, we decide that we'll travel north along the coast, like most people and go back down the coast straight through the middle. Our first stop is Newcastle, where we stayed only last night and we're leaving today. We stayed at Backpackers Newcastle, where all the beds suck. No sleep number beds there. At about 2:00 AM I got woken up. What woke me up you ask? Sex. In a 14 bed dorm room, two people were having sex. Disgusting. I don't want to see it, I don't want to hear it. Especially straight sex. Disgusting. I couldn't see anything, but I could certainly hear it. I heard this sleazy guy say "I just want to make you feel good" and a lot of slurping on her part. Yeah, I'm sure she left satisfied. And of course Jen never woke up, slept like a log. This incident worried me that our decision to do the route up the coast would be filled with 18 year olds with no respect for other people and lots of dreadful sighs. I'm so not 18 anymore. Not even close.